Why Is It Always Me

Why Is It Always Me short poem

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I tried mending broken glass
and then asked myself
why me..

I tried making grass greener
on my barren fence
and then asked myself
why me..

I tried sowing the same plant
when it was already dead
and then asked myself
why me..

I tried making things better
between them
when it was already over
and then asked myself
why me..

I tried asking for
one more chance
when I realised
everything had come to an end
and then asked myself
why me

but this time I didn’t try
but I made it sure that
I will change the scenario
by just changing few words
from why me to try me

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oh..hey everyone well..I'm a young teenager who has just entered the teen world and the world of literature in the sense poems and stories i write poems based on my life it actually even depends sometimes on my mood and my imagination I've been always encouraged by my friends my teachers and my mother and of course myself.
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Prajvi Mandhani

wowowow!! it’s so good!! i specially love the last part, ”from why me to try me ”
love it !! xo


wow one so young and for me a brilliant poem. Sorry I do not mean to patronize but I loved your poem and of course its ending just brilliant. Keep writing I say



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